sábado, 12 de dezembro de 2009

Fernando




Can you hear the drums Fernando?
I remember long ago another starry night like this
In the firelight Fernando
You were humming to yourself and softly strumming your guitar
I could hear the distant drums
And sounds of bugle calls were coming from afar

They were closer now Fernando
Every hour every minute seemed to last eternally
I was so afraid Fernando
We were young and full of life and none of us prepared to die
And I'm not ashamed to say
The roar of guns and cannons almost made me cry

There was something in the air that night
The stars were bright, Fernando
They were shining there for you and me
For liberty, Fernando
Though we never thought that we could lose
There's no regret
If I had to do the same again
I would, my friend, Fernando

Now we're old and grey Fernando
And since many years I haven't seen a rifle in your hand
Can you hear the drums Fernando?
Do you still recall the fateful night we crossed the Rio Grande?
I can see it in your eyes
How proud you were to fight for freedom in this land

There was something in the air that night
The stars were bright, Fernando
They were shining there for you and me
For liberty, Fernando
Though we never thought that we could lose
There's no regret
If I had to do the same again
I would, my friend, Fernando

There was something in the air that night
The stars were bright, Fernando
They were shining there for you and me
For liberty, Fernando
Though we never thought that we could lose
There's no regret
If I had to do the same again
I would, my friend, Fernando
Yes, if I had to do the same again
I would, my friend, Fernando...


Consegues ouvir os tambores, Fernando?
Lembro-me de há muito tempo numa noite estrelada como esta
Na luz do fogo, Fernando
Tu estavas cantarolando e suavemente dedilhando o teu violão
E eu ouvia os tambores distantes
E o som de chamada dos cornetins estava a vir de longe

Eles estavam mais perto agora, Fernando
Cada hora, cada minuto pareciam durar eternamente
Fernando, eu estava com tanto medo
Nós éramos jovens e cheios de vida e nenhum de nós estava preparado para morrer
E eu não tenho vergonha de dizer
Que o rugido das armas e dos canhões quase me fez chorar.

Havia algo no ar naquela noite
As estrelas estavam brilhantes, Fernando
E estavam a brilhar lá para ti e para mim
Pela liberdade, Fernando
Apesar de nunca pensarmos que poderíamos perder
Não há ressentimento
Se eu tivesse que fazer o mesmo novamente
Eu faria, meu amigo, Fernando

Fernando, Agora estamos velhos e grisalhos
E desde há muitos anos eu não te vejo um rifle na mão.
Consegues ouvir os tambores Fernando?
Ainda te lembras daquela noite fatídica, em que cruzámos o Rio Grande?
Eu posso ver isso nos teus olhos.
Como estavas orgulhoso em lutar pela liberdade nesta terra.

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